A Strange New Breed

by Wendy Stone

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  Terry couldn’t believe the pleasure swirling through her body. The pain was gone, replaced by an almost inhuman desire for Nashe, for her mate. She felt his thumb against her clit and pushed her hips up, wanting more.

  His soft, spongy glans parted her folds, seeking her entrance with the most exquisite pressure. He slowly filled her, taking his time. Inch by inch, he pushed his shaft into her heated sheath. Terry cried out her joy at his possession, feeling his hips against her bottom, his thighs touching the back of hers. “Yes,” she cried, moving against him even as he sought to hold her still.

  “You’re going to end this before it gets started,” he growled, his hand against the small of her back, holding onto her.

  “It just feels so good, Nashe. I can’t help myself. Please. Fuck me!”

  “Come here,” he ordered, reaching around to pull her vertical. He held her around the waist, fucking up and into her with strong, almost brutal thrusts.

  Terry could feel each stroke jam against her, jarring her body with torturously sweet pleasure. Her breasts jiggled, his hand coming up to capture one soft mound, mauling it with his palm, forcing little cries from her lips.

  She reached up, pulling aside her hair, barring her nape to him.

  “You’re ready?” he breathed.

  “God, yes! I want it, I want you.” She bent her head submissively, arousing Nashe to a fury of thrusts.

  * * * *

  Nashe could feel his fangs growing in his mouth, could feel the beast in him rising, determined to claim his mate. She was there, in his arms, surrounding his cock, her heat and wetness driving him mad with lust. His lips parted, exposing fangs that gleamed white in the semi-darkness of the apartment.

  Bending his head, he let his hand move until he covered her mound, his fingers finding her clit and the thrusting flesh of his cock. He teased her bud with furious flicks of his finger, letting her wetness coat his skin. Then he brought his mouth to her nape, his teeth capturing the back of her throat.

  Her orgasm was beginning. Nashe could feel it in the fluttering walls of her sheath, in the way her body tensed, her arms rigid as she tried to hold on to him. He thrust into her twice more. Then, with a growl of pure lust, he bit into her neck.

  The pinch was sharp, concurrent with the orgasm, adding to her enjoyment. He heard her cry of pleasure even as her blood filled his mouth. He gulped at it eagerly, lapping at the twin holes in her skin. She filled him with power, with pleasure, making him ache to fill her with his seed.

  Tearing his mouth away, he lifted his wrist, biting into his own flesh. Holding it to her mouth, he grunted in pleasure as her mouth suckled on the wound, triggering his own orgasm. Their essence blended, the connection between them growing stronger until Nashe didn’t know if he was feeling her emotions or his own.

  His body jerked as he came into her in powerful spurts, filling her womb with the heat of his spendings. It seemed to last forever, draining him as if she’d drawn him inside out. Nashe fell forward, pulling his wrist from her lips, turning her mouth to his to share the taste of their mating.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he waited, half horrified by what he’d done to someone he loved, half hopeful that she would be the one, the true mate he’d been waiting for an eternity to find. “How are you?”

  Terry groaned softly, a feeling Nashe well understood. He felt such a closeness, a contentment, he didn’t want to think of what might happen next.

  “Wonderful,” she whispered.

  He rolled to her side and drew her to him. Nashe had to be able to see her, to know when she began the change. “No pain? No cramps or… or anything?”

  “I feel euphoric,” she breathed. “I missed you so much, now that you’re with me again, I never want to move.”

  Nashe lifted her wrist and moved her hair aside, seeing in amazement that the wound he’d opened had already closed to two tiny scars. She would bear them the rest of her life. He would carry the scars on his wrist to match, the proof of their mating.

  He sat up, watching as Terry turned her head, blue eyes lambent and limp in the dim light. “You have no pain? None?” he asked, astonished.

  “No,” she mused softly. “I suppose I should, though.” Her eyes narrowed, her brow furrowing as she contemplated her body. “How do I change?”

  “Look deep inside of you,” he said. “Your beast is there. Let it rise inside of you. Don’t fight it.”

  He watched as she closed her eyes, her tongue peeping between her lips as she focused. A small smile curved her over her mouth, suddenly obscured by long fangs. A muzzle grew, turning her lips black and thin. Her nose changed and blonde fur grew upon her face, thick and lush. Her body twisted, quickly changing, a tail sprouting from the end of her spine. Within a minute of closing her eyes, she opened them, staring at him with white-blue irises. Her body the same strange mix of panther and wolf as his, but not silver.

  She was golden-blonde, save for her chest where the fur grew thick and pure white. “You’re beautiful,” Nashe growled, human hands coming out to caress her fur even as she rubbed her big, elegant head against his chest.

  There’s no pain, he heard in his head. None at all.

  Tears fell from his eyes, his heart growing lighter than it had been since before Althea’s death. He felt her lift her head and her long tongue lap against his cheeks, licking away his tears.

  I love you, she thought to him. This is amazing. Can we go somewhere?

  “Yes,” Nashe said with no hesitation. “We could drive over to Lukah’s and run through the grounds if you’d like.”

  Am I as pretty as Marissa as a beast?

  Nashe smiled, hearing the slightest bit of hesitation in her thoughts. Getting up, he walked naked over to his closet, opening one side to show her the floor to ceiling mirror. “What do you think?” he asked, moving out of her way.

  Terry jumped off the bed, landing easily on her four paws. She padded silently and with the grace of the panther, over to the mirror. Nashe watched as she studied her reflection. Finally, he changed as well, coming to stand beside her.

  There were slight differences besides those due to their gender. Nashe’s ears were more pointed, thicker like a wolf’s. Terry’s had more of a rounded shape and were thickly furred. Her paws were wider, more catlike than Nashe’s and her tail had longer fur. He was bigger, more muscular, his legs longer.

  She winked at him in the mirror than turned and nipped his side before bounding away and putting the bed between them.

  You want to play, do you? he thought, a small growl coming from his throat.

  You’re it, she teased, darting around the bed when he jumped across it. He yipped, turning in mid stride to jump down next to her, knocking her off balance. When she fell, he stood over her, his green eyes shining with amusement.

  Got you! he thought. Now, what’s my prize?

  Terry rubbed her muzzle against him, her tongue lolling out to lick at his face. She turned, deliberately moving her tail to the side to expose her sex to him.

  He groaned, suddenly bombarded by her scent, the unforgettable aroma of bitch in heat. I thought you wanted to go for a run?

  I do, she thought huskily. I also want to fuck you. Can’t I do both?

  He moved closer to her, his nose almost pressed against her sex. Forcing himself to turn away, he willed the beast under submission, changing back into a man.

  “Run first, sex after,” he said, shivering as her cold nose brushed against his upper thigh.

  Even as a beast, he could see the pout on her face. He gave her a look, raising his eyebrow. Her eyes closed and she changed back to human, stepping into his arms as soon as the change was complete. “It’s amazing, Nashe,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his waist. “It’s simply unbelievably amazing.”

  Nashe wrapped his arms around her waist, twirling her in a quick circle. When he set her down, he lifted her chin up to his face. “You’ll stay with me? Move in? Go through the
ceremony to get our mating blessed?”

  “Is that what you want? You don’t feel guilty over this, do you?”

  “I have a confession to make,” Nashe said slowly, pulling her over to the bed, where he held her on his lap. “Do you remember the dream you had, the one where you were spitting mad the next day and came to the restaurant to confront me?”

  “How could I forget it? It was the hottest thing, besides really making love to you that I’ve ever experienced.”

  “That’s something that Weres can do, if they really want someone and that person is amenable. We can dream walk.”

  “Are you saying if I have a yen for your friend, Kadian, I could sneak into his dreams and seduce him there?” She kept her eyes on her lap, her face down.

  Nashe growled. “Over my dead body,” he snapped, glaring at her until he noted that her shoulders were shaking. Reaching out, he lifted her chin, seeing the amusement in her eyes, the huge smile on her face. “You witch,” he accused, narrowing his eyes. “Trust me, you don’t have to do anything to make me jealous. I’d kill any man stupid enough to lay his hands on you.”

  She gave him a look just as heated. “Maybe you should tell Marta that you’re taken. She needs to keep them tits of hers to herself.”

  Nashe smiled. “I love you,” he chuckled. “You are all the woman I’ll ever need, if you’ll go through the ceremony, bind your life to mine. Will you?”

  “Forever?” she asked.

  “We don’t live forever, Terry. But we do live a long time. So yes, it’s until death we do part.” He lifted her hand to his mouth, planting a soft kiss in her palm. “What do you say?”

  “Yes,” she said instantly.

  Her smile was blindingly beautiful. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Lifting her chin, he kissed her lips, meaning it to be a soft, loving kiss. It grew quickly, heated until he tried to turn, to lay her back on the bed, wanting her again.

  Terry squirmed out of his hold, grabbing her sweats and jacket and wrinkling her nose at him. “Run first, remember?”

  “Yeah,” he growled, laying back on the bed, his cock standing straight up from his body. “But that was before this happened.” He motioned at his erection with a negligent hand. “You wouldn’t be so cruel as to leave me like this, would you?”

  “Watch me,” she joked, pulling the sweats up her legs and hiding the tiny patch of blonde that covered her sex. “Come on.” She went over, reaching out and taking his hand, trying to pull him up.

  Nashe sighed. “I’m so abused.” He let her pull him up then grabbed her in his arms, twirling her once more before setting her loose. Going to his closet, he pulled out sweats and a tee shirt, slipping a pair of sandals on his feet. She was waiting for him, her jacket zipped and having pulled on her shoes as well.

  He took her hand, twining their fingers together as they left his apartment and headed to his car.

  * * * *

  Kadian James sat at his small keyboard, frustrated and angry. Music was more necessary to him than food, more important than sex. He needed the melody to keep him sane. Right now, that melody was more than a bit elusive. It was as if his muse had left him, just up and walked out when he needed her most.

  He slammed his hand down on the keyboard, the chaotic blending of notes irritating him even more. It had been like this since the first time he’d seen Nashe in the bar. Or maybe it was a bit later that he’d lost his music, when he’d let his beast loose for the first time in years.

  He could feel the dragon now, breathing flames of impatience at being trapped in his human form. Kadian narrowed his eyes, concentrating on holding back. He’d taken a huge chance the other night, flying through the night sky with Chris in his claws. He could have been seen... or worse.

  But the freedom, the way the air had felt rushing over his scales, the rush of oxygen in his lungs. It had been invigorating. It had soothed him, let loose a side that had been controlled too long. “Argh!” he cried, grabbing his head with both hands. “Stop!”

  A loud knock came from the hotel room door and he turned baleful eyes at the portal, wishing he could ignore it. “Fuck,” he growled, getting up and setting the keyboard aside. Looking out the peephole, he opened the door and turned away, knowing his manager, Artie Lorn, wouldn’t need an invitation in.

  “How’s the writing going, kid?” Artie asked. He walked past Kadian and over to the minibar. He already smelled of stale cigars and expensive whisky. Pouring himself what was obviously not a first drink for the evening, he turned, his head cocked to the side as he contemplated his charge. “You look like shit,” he said mildly.

  “Thanks,” Kadian said, sinking back down on the bed. “The writing would be a lot better if you’d get out of here and let me get at it.”

  “We need that new song, Kadian, you know we can’t finish the album without it. You were the one who said it sounded off. The rest of us were fine with it.”

  “Get off my back, Artie.” Kadian rose, grabbing his leather jacket. “I’m going for a walk.”

  “Are you crazy? You can’t go for a walk here? You don’t k…”

  The door slammed behind him, cutting Artie off mid-word.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “Okay, I’m here. What the fuck was so important that I had to come out at this time of night?”

  Shurene nodded her head toward the passenger side of her car. “Get in.”

  “Why the fuck should I do anything you want me to do? You know I can’t fucking stand you.” He stood up to full height, towering over the small car.

  “Because I can give you what you want most in this world,” Shurene said, climbing out. She shut the door, tiny beside the huge brute next to her. “Nashe Wolfe and the human he’s in love with. I might even be able to throw in Kadian James, for a little bit more.”

  The man stared down at her. “Why should I believe you now?”

  “Bray, come on. It wasn’t me that betrayed you, it was Chris. You know that.”

  “I seem to remember you standing there when they started carving on me. It got you going so badly you were rubbing this, trying to get off.” He reached out, his huge hand clamping between her thighs, one wide finger pressing against the seam of her pants.

  “Stop that, Bray,” Shurene growled, but she lost a bit of the confidence in her posture. Her hands went to his wrist, trying to pull him loose. “Knock it off before someone sees.”

  Bray looked around the deserted parking lot, his beady brown eyes sparkling. He was not just tall, but stocky, like a tank. He had none of the grace of other weres. But then again, his kind never did. His face was square, his brow squat. His nose was like a hooked beak, a huge bump showing where it’d been broken time and again. He carried multiple scars, one curving long down his neck and under the tee shirt that strained across his massive chest. They were mementos of the last time he’d trusted a jackal.

  “Who’s going to see, Shurene? You done me good by choosing this lot to meet in. I’m betting you told no one you were coming either. Not too smart, Shurene.” His other hand moved up her body, grabbing her arm when she tried to back away from him.

  “I came here to give you something you wanted, not become your fuck toy, Bray. Get your damn hands off of me!”

  “Aww, baby, you know how screams turn me on.” He grabbed her breast, pulling on the nipple that had grown hard in the cool night air. “No bra. Are you sure you didn’t come out here for this?”

  “Do you want revenge or not?” Shurene growled, swatting away his hand. It came back instantly, squeezing and mauling her plump breast.

  “I think maybe I should take what I can out of you first.” Bray grabbed hold of the shirt Shurene wore, his finger catching the neckline and ripping down easily, as if the material were paper. Holding her with one hand, he easily pulled her out of the ripped pieces. His eyes were on her pretty breasts, laughing as she shivered involuntarily, both her nipples hardening and turning a deep rose.

  “Maybe you ain’t fight
ing this as much as you think you are.” His hand easily covered one breast, his thick fingers twisting the hardened nub until she tensed in pain. “Chris told me how much you like it to hurt, baby.”

  “Chris doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Shurene closed her eyes, letting the beast inside of her rise. A searing heat and sudden pain around her nipple stopped the change and she screeched involuntarily. Looking down, she saw him staring back up at her, her nipple between his teeth.

  “None of that,” he said, his voice muffled by her breast as he began to suck.

  “You bastard, my pack won’t take you raping me. I’m leader now!” she growled, trying to ignore the way his suckling made her feel.

  “Your pack ain’t here. Besides, no Jackal is going to accept a female as boss. So unless you killed Chris…”

  “Kadian James killed Chris,” she spat, struggling futilely against his hold.

  Bray rose, lifting the struggling Shurene off her feet and turning to his own vehicle, a Hummer. Pulling open the back door, he threw her inside, following her in. A sound of ripping fabric and the torn remains of her jeans hit the ground before he closed the door.

  “Nice,” Bray said, one finger sliding between her breasts and down to the pale gray silk thong that did a lousy job of covering her charms. “My favorite color, did you know that?”

  “Why the fuck would I care?” she growled, resigning herself to what he wanted. Maybe if she put out, he’d help her exact her revenge. It was a slim chance, but better than nothing.

  “Now are you going to behave? If you’d rather, we can go to my place. You can scream yourself hoarse there. My herd wouldn’t give a fuck about a jackal. They might even want a piece when I’m done.”